Wicked Villains Shorts (Wicked Villains 7) - Page 7

He shifts his grip, sliding his hand from my hip to my clit. The shock of cold from his fingers makes me gasp. “Now, my little slut.” He does something with his hips that change the angle, until he’s grinding against my G-stop as he circles my clit. “Scream my name when you come so everyone knows it’s my cock you crave.”

“Fuck you,” I gasp, even as I know I’ll do exactly that. He makes me feel so dirty and so protected, all at the same time. I love it. I love him.

And then there’s no more space for fighting. My body takes over and I’m coming. I dig my fingers into the cold earth and scream Jafar’s name as my orgasm rolls through me with the strength of a tidal wave. Through it all, he keeps fucking me, keeps drawing the waves higher and higher until my arms give out and it’s only his hold that keeps me off the ground.

I’m vaguely aware of Jafar lifting me into his arms and carrying me through the maze back to the courtyard with the gazebo. I expect him to take me back to the house, but he moves into the gazebo itself. Warmth licks my bare skin and I lift my head enough to see that there’s a space heater and a pile of blankets. “What’s this?”

“Shhh.” He lowers us to the floor and strips me out of the remains of my dress. Even with the space heater, it’s chilly, so I’m grateful when he wraps one of the blankets around my body and shifts me to straddle him.

I’m already reaching for the front of his pants and withdrawing his still-hard cock. Even with desire buzzing in my veins, I feel clear-headed for the first time in days. “Thank you.”

His hands settle on my hips as I sink onto his cock. “I’ll always give you what you need, baby girl.” His voice goes a little rough. “And if you wanted to watch me fuck Alaric, all you had to do is ask.”

“I want to watch you fuck Alaric, Daddy.” I rock my hips, taking him deeper, even as I spill this fantasy into the darkness between us. “I like that you let others play with me. A lot. But I want to watch him suck your cock, and then I want to watch you fuck his ass.”

“Mmm.” He nips my bottom lip. “You’ll sit there with your hand up your short little skirt and finger yourself while I do.”

“Yes, Daddy.” I wrap the blanket around his shoulders too, encasing us in a cozy warmth. In our own little world. I ride his cock in slow strokes, drawing out the dreamlike quality this night has taken. This is the come-down from the chase, the slow ascension of pleasure, the feeling of him so close to me in every way that counts. There are times when I love being naked while he’s clothed, but I suddenly need skin to skin.

I reach for his buttons with trembling fingers, but he anticipates me, brushing my hands away so he can make quick work of them. Jafar hooks an arm around my waist and rolls us. Some creative disrobing and then he’s as naked as I am. I wrap my legs around his hips and my arms around his back.

This. This right here is what I need. Different from before, but no less valued for it.

I want this to last forever, but all too soon my body takes the choice from me. I press my face to his shoulder as I come, clinging to him. This time, Jafar follows me over the edge.

He rolls slightly to the side and drags a blanket over us. I rest my head on his chest, holding him tightly as our hearts slow and the sweat cools on our bodies. Finally, I lift my head and frown at him. “A vacation? Really?”

“Yes.”

I wait, but he doesn’t seem interested in offering more explanation. “But why?”

“As I said before, time and time again.” He brushes his thumb across my bottom lip. “I’ll always give you what you need. Even if you fight me every step of the way.”

“I like fighting you,” I respond automatically, but my mind is whirling. I didn’t realize how the walls were starting to feel like they’re closing in until he offers me a reprieve. “You’ve already got this planned out, haven’t you?”

“We fly out in the morning.”

I stare. “What would have happened if I made it to the maze entrance and ruined all your plans?”

His dark laugh has my body clenching despite several delicious orgasms. “You were never making it to the maze entrance and we both know it.”

I suppose we do.

We lay like that for a long time, but Jafar finally urges me up. I’m still dreading the naked trek back to the house when he pulls out a bag tucked back behind the space heater and proceeds to dress me in leggings, a thick knitted sweater, socks, and boots. A hat and jacket finish the outfit. I look down at myself and then at him. “What is this?”

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